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Chapter 154 Medicine Chest
The CDC director opened his eyes.

Still in a single room.

The door of the ward was open, and he could see a soldier standing guard at the door.

The soldier held his gun and stood upright.

"Hi," said the director weakly, "the one at the door, what's your name?"

The soldier ran into the ward and saluted the director with a military salute.

His voice was so loud that the director's mind was buzzing: "Director, do you need some water?"

"Have a glass of water," said the director. "Bring me my mirror first. It's in the drawer, the top drawer."

"Yes!"

The director of the CDC always felt that the voice of the soldier on guard was so loud that it almost turned his drowsy mind into tofu.

He took the small mirror handed by the soldier and observed his face.

The lips were pale, the face was pale, the eye sockets were black, and the forehead was wrapped in gauze like a white hat.

The director grinned helplessly, his lips were a little chapped.

It's good to be alive.

On the day of the Cataclysm, nine out of ten humans died.

When fleeing, half of the people died.

Almost all the people who are still alive have witnessed the tragic death of relatives and friends.

Alive, alive there is hope.

The director picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

It is indeed necessary to develop drugs that delay symptoms.

If the special medicine is basically completed, three quarters of the people here may die.

Allocating part of the research force to the study of sustained-release drugs, now it seems necessary to do so.

This will slow down the progress of research on specific drugs, but it will be worth it.

The director pressed his temple and sat up with the support of the soldiers.

He took a piece of paper, a pen, wrote something, and signed his name.

"Take this to the people in the laboratory, and then bring a box of experimental special effects here. Don't worry, the researchers won't make things difficult for you."

The soldier picked up the paper and folded it carefully in his pocket.

After about an hour.

The soldier carried a medicine box and came to the single ward.

He put the medicine box in the corner, took a breath, and said to the director: "Director, a researcher said that he will come to talk to you later."

"He didn't say to bring me some ibuprofen for pain relief?" The director finished drinking the water and put the cup on the table.

"Say it." The soldier smiled naively.

"Would you like some water?"

The soldier put away his smile: "Director, I'm still on guard!"

The director of the CDC looked at the soldier and changed guard with a temporary replacement.

It's calm, which is fine.

……

Brother Wolf walked into the ward.

He directly sent a message to Zhu Jun.

[Wolf that meows like a cat]: Brother Zhujun, there are not many snake people here, so you can bring people in.

[All gentlemen accompany me to kill the enemy]: Alright!Wolf, did you just read the forum?Smokey's "Baby Bashi" plan is very impressive, unlike us here who are struggling to do mission exploration dungeons.

[Wolf that meows like a cat]: No.Can't be distracted now.

Brother Wolf carefully inspected the things in the ward.

He squatted down and found a large box in the innermost corner under the hospital bed.

"Ah!"

The heavy box was dragged out by him.

The locks were rusted, but the chest itself was intact.

This kind of box material is originally prepared for long-term storage.

He pulled hard and finally opened the box.

A box full of special syringes, intact and even with fluid in them.

"Specific medicine."

This is what they are looking for.

The liquid in the special syringe is packed in a separate glass tube, and the small organ that blocks the liquid must be unscrewed when using it.

"Why is there only one box? And it's hidden in this kind of place?"

……

The director of the CDC did not expect that the rioting crowd arrived before the head of the laboratory came over.

"Life-saving medicine!"

"We need life-saving medicine!"

People holding banners rushed into the office to make trouble.

The front desk at the office, tried to reassure people, but to no avail.

They don't want to say anything, they want the life-saving medicine in their mouths.

What side effects, what to wait, are not so important in the thinking that human life is at stake.

They picked up chairs, lifted tables, and threw them around, proclaiming their justice.

"There's no medicine here, really," the little girl in charge of the front desk cried, "It's all in the guarded area, and it's all in the laboratory. It's useless for you to make trouble here."

People don't dare to go to the guarded area to make trouble.

The soldiers there are armed with live ammunition and heavily guarded.

In the morning, there were three hot-blooded people who went to attack the military jurisdiction. One was shot and died on the spot, and the other two suffered multiple fractures. It is estimated that they will not survive tonight.

The soldiers ignored the so-called reasonable requests of the residents.

Those who seriously hinder the execution of missions and who have received multiple warnings ineffective will be treated as enemies.

Only here is a good place for people to vent their anger.

"Director," the soldier standing guard outside the single ward said to the inside, "The mob is here again, let me help you hide the special medicine."

The director of the CDC nodded.

"Director, you said how long it will take to develop the sustained-release medicine?" the soldier asked while helping.

The director thought about it for a while: "It's estimated to be two weeks. If the situation is urgent, if all the research forces are mobilized, it should be about a week. There is a basis for specific drugs, and the slow-release drugs are only in the testing stage."

The soldier smiled naively.

The little finger of his left hand was slightly deformed and corrupted.

Two weeks, that was too late for his condition.

"Where is that director? Huh?" A mob slapped the little girl.

The naive soldier walked out of the single ward and closed the door smoothly.

When he saw this scene on the first floor, his heart suddenly became angry.

However, the task is the task, and he must guard the door of the single ward.

"I don't know! I'm just a receptionist, and I do some paperwork sometimes."

The little girl naturally knew where the director of the CDC lived.

If the visitor was gentle, she could still lead someone upstairs; but this group of mobs couldn't tell the truth at first glance.

If you really want to take them to see the director of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the weak director is afraid that he will be killed by these mobs on the spot.

Now, I can only hope that the army in the guard area will come soon.

"Don't tell me, let's find it ourselves! He must be here! That dog-like person!"

The mob smashed and looted everywhere, and some of them had already made it to the second floor.

The silly soldier noticed something was wrong.

He knocked on the door of the single ward and asked the director to lock the door from the inside.

"There's a soldier here!"

"It's a motherfucker with a gun."

The mob rushed forward, accusing the soldiers of being wrong.

Although they didn't know this soldier at all before, the lonely soldier became a "vulnerable group".

Vulnerable groups, like the little girl at the front desk on the first floor below, are their tools to vent their anger.

A middle-aged woman uttered all kinds of obscenities, which made the soldiers spit all over their faces.

The soldier just remained serious, motionless, and stared straight ahead.

He only regards all these as the wind and rain in nature.

"Who's in here? You fucking need a guard!" A bald man came up to the soldier and pointed at his nose and cursed.

The soldier held his gun and remained motionless.

The bald man suddenly stretched out both hands and grabbed the soldier's submachine gun.

At the moment when he snatched the gun, the naive soldier suddenly turned into a hungry wolf with blood on his mouth.

Escorting refugees along the way, he killed countless monsters and villains.

Bang bang bang!
A bullet shot through the nose of the bald man, and a bloody flower exploded in the back of his head.

The middle-aged woman gesticulating at close range had her left arm and abdomen torn apart.

The mob fell silent.

Only then did they realize that the target of their insult would not only point their guns at monsters, but also point their guns at them.

"Killed!"

"That soldier killed someone!"

The mob no longer showed any arrogance, but acted like a victim, shouting and running for their lives in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)